Minor Difference

chapter 6: grayde

Greyson

Dinner was very tense. I couldn't look, yet eat around my dad knowing what he did and is doing.

I excused myself without touching my food and went straight to my room.

I lay in bed looking up at my high ceilings that are as white as clouds. As for the rest of the walls. Bland and boring. It's lifeless. Fitting for how I feel and how this household functions.

From outside, this place has a look, there's depth outside. From outside you think "wow, they must be a rich, happy little family who take trips around the world.

From inside, there is no depth. Just a boring museum .

On a positive note, the emptiness can be good space for getting caught in your thoughts. Which isn't a good thing when you're me. When you're me in silence, you think about the people who say they love you and wonder if it's true.

You wonder what it's like to not live up to everyone's expectations. To not pretend to be happy all the fucking time. To feel what it's like to express how you truly feel and what you want. To be able to tell your family's dirty secrets without consequence.

The saddest part is that nobody notices.

I mean i'm not surprised that they don't know, that's the whole point. However, It still hurts to think how corrupted this society is that we actually believe that people are supposed to be happy twenty four seven. It hurts to think that emotions are denied and wrong.

Especially coming from a seventeen year old male.

But that's just how the world works when you're me. Greyson Thompson. Right?

Whatever, these are just random stupid thoughts that happen to pop into my head from time to time. Very random.

Getting bored rather quickly, I pull out my phone to call the only person who calms me down in situations like these. sometimes.

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Jayde is sitting on my bed next to me listening to the words flowing out my mouth. As i'm speaking her face contorts into unusual expressions. Somewhat close to annoyance or disgust. I ignore it and continue on with my rant.

I inform her detail by detail how I caught my father being an utter bitch and how nonchalant he acted about it at dinner. How upset and sick the whole situation made me feel.

"You know what, you need to get your shit together," her voice was high pitched but in a honeyed way that got quite annoying over time if i'm being honest.

"Your job is make your dad look good. As blood and his only son you are obligated to keep secretes, even if they're fucked up," She emphasises the 'your' and 'you', to make sure that I understood that my only purpose in life. To fuck over my mom, my first love," Like my father always says, 'Shut up and stay pretty'."

I damn near sneer at the words that escape her lips. Fucking "Shut up and stay pretty". Who says that shit? Who accepts that shit?

i do

"You're right, I'm stupid," I chuckled really regretting talking to her.

She nodded softly pursing her lips, staring into my face that was staring straight ahead. Her hand made its way to my face turning it so I was now looking at her piercing blue eyes that glanced at my lips before placing her own on them.

Her lips moved in a rhythm that I can't help but follow as she climbs ontop of my lap. Both of her hands are on my jaw as I snake my arm around her waist making her stop with heavy breathing.

"Do you have protection?," Jayde breathes out biting her swollen bottom lip, with lustful eyes. Staring deep into them, I slightly push her off my lap shaking my head.

"I don't want to do this," I look down into my lap, pushing out a heavy sigh. An evil glint appeared in her eyes. She stood up abruptly grabbing a pillow from my bed to throw at me and exit my room. I stand up, running after her, I end up out of my room watching her sprint downstairs and out of my house.

I sigh in frustration when I realise that I had an audience in the hallway while Greer and Rebekah stood there with shocked expressions. I Shake my head at them in disapproval then went back into my room, slamming my door shut behind me.

I'm officially so sick of this shit.
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